Tarcex - VVV - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Moyra imagined with my silk, strand

In the winds of muddy eyes in a convulsional dance

Drunk fucking colto betrayer Ebanul Lahes

The workbench remained atropos with sharpened peso

Flew knives, minimum world, rain, squeal, tremor

Maskimalism to the holes, the room is empty, Hutt, salt. Grouse

fantasy - I'm in them God, but Corn here, and life is a computer

Speed ​​a year, an attempt again is just running.

Convetern names - just as close as a psycho inside me.

My alter-ego cancer cells are born - drink to the bottom

For the new Tartzeks - Rei is buried, but in Satan's dream.

Excursion to help is not given the opportunity. And Konstantin is afraid, rolled back the sleeves.

Summits and Dartsessism - where does such a checkbox come from.? Egocentrism is poisoned by synapses -

But again on the square of the Togi hook. The thread of the Ariadne in the loop to the proud of the knot and legs on the chair, remove the support and neck in pussy. But be it if the ankh is attached to the temple

So in the morning, from shame and violence burning, Super Max cutting a loop, Sang in the yards so that meat would not throw out the pose

mad, skinny, from the absence of one's own life

in order not to fall the victim of their own thoughts would soon forget but the matrix hangs

Morphy Morphine charges, no choice - red blue

I do not wake up in the morning in a warm bed, having accepted everything as a dream of a neomotone. In the dainting cord with terrabytes of lies. I had enough strength to snatch him. Lived, it seemed, reality will make freedom flight

But free fall. The myth invented - believed. It is terrible to imagine that Miroou Venus made me Zhizhnu and the death hang on the Limbo. Thread hysteria streams summer on the span

I checked the wall of Vienna for strength and stelim meals for long-term memory did not make a choice of Nemo

Attitude towards fate.

You are lying everything yourself - here you are clay and a circle pottery

It is given from the beginning began to God here

And you greedily seeking reason to fall asleep your misfortunes

Pandora's box you say put under the Christmas tree, you deserve it, the tradesman

So it's time to grow up. Descended the old atoms. Past essences are still trying to sing hymns when weighing, high ideas for which would go to death

in time woke up. Recharged

Tartzek decided to erase them.